goodnight moon
I managed a half hour more sleep than I did yesterday. My subconscious probably made me stay in bed longer to reach the climax of the freaky dream I was having and then end it there like a defective VHS, static and all. This freaky dream took place right by snowy Eaton Center at Christmas and somehow involved me hooking up with my friend Kwame (my subconscious acting on my attraction to cute black guys) and leaving Lucas for him (!!). At least I was feeling brutally guilty about it. Guilty enough that I racked my brains over some big parting-type/Christmas gift. Why am I being insensitive and materialistic in my dreams?! The dream peaked at the dumping point, leaving me to wake up breathing heavily and freaked that I'd ever dream something like that. Why everything was so vivid, I don't know. Especially since some of my other dreams come in clearly and within ten minutes of awaking, are reduced to nothing more than a silhouette.
Anyway, Migraine Baby got better and we made it to the baseball game. I guess the night before's game got rained out and it ended up being a double header. Whatever Lucas said about baseball being boring, he was absolutely right. Yet, we managed to hang in there for about a full game (half of each game) before my jetlag and tinges of his migraine kicked in. This is after having been amused by hecklers lusting after one "Darryl", an announcer who was way too proud of himself for pronouncing the players' last names and raising our eyebrows at overpriced ice-cream (it sort of evens itself out since we did get free tickets). It's such the family spectator game -- the ballpark was littered with hyperactive twits who love running heavy-footedly on the metal benches and reading all the cheesy text that comes up on the scoreboard. I wonder if it's possible to not have cheesy kids, and accompanying chessy parents. Anyway, it was still an experience, although not one I plan on reliving anytime soon. Rather, I think I'm going to be unintentionally reliving that dream for a bit.